CHAPTER THREE

-Two hours earlier-

Samantha stared at the picture of Kyra. Her brown, curly hair hung over her shoulders with such beauty. Her green eyes sparkled. Her lips were curved up exposing her straight, white teeth. Her eyes traveled to the suspect board; it was empty.

Samantha walked over and sat at her desk. She slumped in her seat with her arms crossed. She stared at the computer screen. She had gone through this stuff a thousand times. Kyra, Rick, and Melia were all clear. She reached around and began to massage her neck.

Jerry Robinson turned out to be a dead end. He had a perfect alibi. There had been no other leads, and it seems as if the case was going cold. Samantha refused to let that happen.

The FBI Missing Persons Unit was empty. She was there all alone. Because of the lack of leads, everybody went home including Martin, much to his disapproval. She had convinced Martin to go home and that she would be there soon. Three hours later, Samantha sat at her desk twiddling her thumbs.

Then she remembered a name that she had written down in her notebook: Ethan Sanchez. She straightened her posture and placed her fingers on the keyboard. She typed in Ethan Sanchez and pressed enter. A picture of Ethan popped up. He was dark skinned with black hair and brown eyes. He was skinny, maybe a little too skinny for a 22 year old man. He had a scar on his right check which stood out.

Samantha read through the man's back ground. She immediately stopped when she read that Ethan had been arrested for drug dealing. Her eyebrow rose as she went for her cell phone. She had a feeling that she would need that name sooner or later.

She threw herself out of her seat and tore out of the building. She contemplated on whether or not to call Martin but decided against it. Martin was probably sleeping at one in the morning. She didn't want to disturb him. She was, however, perfectly willing to disturb Ethan Sanchez at home.

Ethan's apartment was located in the worst part of town. It was a dilapidated building that looked like it was going to collapse at any moment; however, Samantha was on a mission. She had to find Kyra Johnson.

Ethan opened the door with tired eyes. His eyes teared up when the light from the hall flooded into the apartment. He wore his boxer shorts.

Samantha held up her badge. "I'm Agent Spade. I need to ask you a couple of questions about your girlfriend's mother."

"It's one in the morning," Ethan protested. He rubbed his eyes.

"I don't care. I need to talk to you. It's important."

Ethan opened the door wider to allow her access. "Why don't you have a seat?"

Samantha looked around and saw that the living room was in complete disarray. There were stains on the couch. "That's okay," she politely refused.

Ethan sat down on the couch and shrugged his shoulders. "Suit yourself."

"Why does David Johnson hate you so much?" Samantha asked.

Ethan lowered his head. "Do I have to say?"

"Yes, you do," Samantha coaxed.

"He owes me money," Ethan explained.

"Why?"

"I gave him some drugs to deal, and he lost them. He owes me a couple grand."

So that's why David doesn't like him, Samantha thought. He's a drug dealer, and he doesn't want his niece around him.

Samantha turned on her heels. "Thank you," she said. "You can go back to sleep now."

Next stop David Johnson's house.

It took Samantha a long time to find David's address. By this time, Samantha was extremely exhausted, and all she wanted to do was sleep. Her stomach was growling, and her mouth was craving water; however, she wasn't going to stop now.

As soon as the door handle juggled, Samantha jumped. The man behind the door was David. "Agent Spade," he said, "what are you doing here?"

"I need to ask you a few more questions," Samantha said stepping into the house.

David's house was nicer, cleaner.

"Sure, of course. Anything," David said. "I will do anything to find Kyra."

Samantha didn't bother with pleasantries. "I just came from Ethan's apartment. He told me that you owe him money." She crossed her arms in front of her chest and gave him a look of curiosity.

"He's lying," David adamantly denied as he shook his head.

"Really?" Samantha said as she walked over to a night stand to look at a picture of him and Kyra. She picked it up and analyzed it before replacing it. "Mostly anybody would do anything to give money back to a loan shark. They're known for their reputation."

David stared at her. His face was blank so Samantha continued.

"When we first met you said something about a bank," Samantha paused. "Johnson Center has many shops in that place, including a bank." Samantha stared at him. David began to fidget. "You know that Kyra knows the layout of the bank. She knows where the vault is and when and where the guards are at all times. She knows where the security cameras are too." She stopped to analyze the nervous man. His face distorted into that of horror. "You kidnapped her so that she could help you rob the bank."

David's demeanor turned calm again. He stepped closer to Samantha and stared her down.

Samantha could smell garlic on his breathe, but she wasn't about to back down. "Once we find evidence, you're going away for a long time."

David's eyes started to gleam. "I have a better idea."

Before Samantha could react, David had her wrapped up in his arms with a death grip. He was pulling her to the door. She started flailing. She reached for her gun, but David was faster. As soon as Samantha had her gun, David reached down and wrestled it from her. He held the gun to her head; she immediately stopped fighting.

"Move and you die. Now let's go," David said. He had left arm wrapped around Samantha's upper arm. His other hand held a gun to her head.

When David turned his head to open the door, Samantha took her chance. She managed to get away from David's death grip. She reached her hands around and grabbed his right hand and slammed it against the wall. The gun fell from David's hand and landed in the dark. Samantha looked for it, but she decided that she had to run because David was regaining his balance fast.

Samantha didn't get far before she felt the weight of a 200 pound man tackle her. She landed with a bone crushing thud.

David forced Samantha onto her back. "Bitch!" he screamed. He lifted his hand up.

Samantha knew what was coming next. She braced herself as his muscular hand came down and slapped her in the face. She gave a shrill. Blood began to pour from her cheek. She reached up and grabbed at her face. She turned her torso towards the ground.

David violently grabbed Samantha and forced her on her feet. "You're coming with me," he breathed.

Samantha felt disorientated. She had just gotten he wind knocked out of her, and blood ran down her face staining her white shirt. Samantha walked to David's car without a fight. She was placed in the trunk. He could feel the car rock back and forth as it sped down the highway.

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